Posts by ShowJumper

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Windclan

"Sounds cool, I don't think I knew your name in the first place, so I guess I won't accidentally call you the old one." Little mused with a mildly haughty huff as she limped over. Really though, she was fairly sure she hadn't met Fifer before, so this wasn't even a change to her. Whatever, it just made her life a little easier since she'd met the newly named male without having to seek him out.

[font=georgia][size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Windclan

//Hey guys, Windclan's been great but I just can't find any muse for Little here, so I'm hoping that maybe moving her will help. It's been great roleplaying with everyone. c:

Little wasn't completely against making a scene, but in this case she didn't want a scene. Had it not been for the fact that she knew Phil and everyone else would be worried if she just up and vanished, she might have chosen to just up and leave without saying a thing. Of course, she would have come back later to explain everything, but right now wasn't the time. She had to get to the root of her nightmares, and she felt like she wasn't doing any good here anyways. She was well enough now to travel, and so she'd decided it was time for her to move on. She would miss her brother, a lot... but it wasn't like she helped him out that much anyway. He'd probably be better off not having to always worry about her anyways. So, she'd tacked a note written by an NPC to her cabin wall. By the time anyone found it, she'd probably already be at the border if not a little further. If someone ran, they might be able to catch up, but that was fairly unlikely. Either way, she wouldn't be turning around. She was too stubborn for that.

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Stormclan

Her paws hurt. Her sides hurt. Everything hurt, but it was a dull sore pain rather than the intense pain she had known not all that long ago. She was quite the sight, Littlepaw. She had numerous bandages wrapped around her petite frame, some wounds had healed enough that they were now simply scars. Some from cuts, a few from burns, a sturdy splint on her left front paw. All the wounds had clearly been treated properly, and were simply finishing up their healing processes. Whether or not she would ever look mostly normal again was a mystery, but it wasn't like she would ever know.
The femme breathed a sigh of relief as the strong scent of a border hit her nostrils, gladly taking a seat at the edge of Stormclan's territory. Despite being sore and exhausted, she held her chin high with an almost arrogant err, her stormy blue eyes with just a few specks of yellow staring straight ahead. She'd heard that they'd moved territories semi-recently, but she wouldn't know whether that was true or not. She felt pretty confident this was where she was supposed to be, though, and maybe it would give her the answers she was looking for. "Hello?" The femme called, voice ringing out clear in the morning air. She hoped someone would hurry and find her, waiting around was quite dreadful, she was far too good for dreadful things, even in her current pitiful state.

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Stormclan

Wow, that was a lot of people. The femme felt a smidgeon overwhelmed, though of course she would never admit it. She almost reached out, as if her brother would still be near her, but he was still in Windclan. She was on her own, she'd made that decision, would it be worth it? She could tell there were four other animals around, but they all seemed friendly enough. She wasn't being attacked, and that was a step in the right direction. "Salutations, my name's Littlepaw, I'd like to join." She greeted, dipping her head once to all, knowing better than to even try making the gesture toward each individual. She'd probably just greet the same one twice because she'd get all confused and stuff. No matter, she was sure they would understand. As for her injuries, she supposed they would be classified as bad luck. She'd been captured by an Exiler, and clearly got the worst of it. She supposed she wasn't dead, but she still felt like a complete burden about the whole incident. She wondered if they would want to know why she was here. Did she have a reason? She supposed she did, she just didn't really know what it was.

//rolls into chat thread

hi y'all, so it was more than a few days but Little's back xD
I think Indiana's a boring state though, I mean it has Indianapolis but whenever we drive through it we just see corn. lots of corn.

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Stormclan

"Could I have a task?" The femme asked as she padded forward, her roleplayer had had an unexpectedly busy weekend right after she'd joined, so Little had laid low. Very low. But that low time had been healing time, and so now her limp was only slight, and she felt ready to join the world again, as was clear through her proud, almost arrogant posture.

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Stormclan

So Littlepaw, being the conceited fur ball she was, had decided not to take a tour of the territory when she joined. Only losers needed tours, and she wasn't a loser. She could totally figure out this whole new giant place by herself without dying or anything, that was the point of her leaving Windclan. To find adventure, to find her purpose, the place she was supposed to be. Was this it? She wasn't sure yet, and she wasn't even sure where on Starclan's earth she was. Perhaps that tor wouldn't have been a terrible idea...
Thump!-- The apprentice hit the ground after tripping on a large tree-root, face straight to the dirt. How predictable, and she didn't have Phil with her to offer sympathy. Man, this whole being a strong independent woman thing was hard, not that she would tell anyone that. No, she simply got back up on her feet, and confidently strode forward-- only to run straight into a pine tree. Maybe she needed to slow down? No. That was for quitters, she was too good for quitting. She was honestly too good to be blind too, but she couldn't change that, so whatever. "Get out of the way, tree. Why are there so many trees here, anyways?" She muttered, as she backpedalled from the tree into a shrub. She was used to the wide open spaces of Windclan, and clearly forest life was going to be a big adjustment.

[size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
Blind tortie point; Stormclan

"They smell funny." The femme announced bluntly as she padded forward, her stormy gaze focused straight ahead towards where she was pretty sure Auroradweller was. She didn't really know of these two, other than recognizing their voices from when she joined and having a vague recollection o their names, but perhaps this was a chance to get to know them better. Or rather, for them to have the privilege of getting to know her better.

thanks! setting up his subby to get him rolling now c:

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

Louie was quite excited, and it was pretty obvious. The little guy had a spring in his short little steps, his curly-haired tail was held high like a wavy flag, and he had an excited glow in his eyes. He was quite the odd sight, too. His leg's were half the size if not less of a normal kittens, and his striped dark grey and brown pelt with its wavy hair almost made him look like a happy rain cloud marching right across camp. He didn't care though, he was just unique, and not everyone could say that about their appearance.
"Hellloooo! If you all want to make your day better, you can come over here and meet me!" He suddenly called, plopping his fluffy butt down in the middle of camp as if he expected the whole world to stop to come meet him, which he kind of did. Of course, he hadn't even thought to mention who he was, but that was alright. He'd figure it out sooner or later, probably when someone mentioned it. After all, he'd only just gotten here, so the chances of anyone but his dad knowing who he was were probably pretty slim.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

Oh lookie, his advertising had worked out beautifully, now he had new people to meet. How could he make their days better? He wasn't exactly sure, but he felt like he was pretty fun to be around, so there. They already looked entertained, after all, most of them seemed to be smiling or otherwise in a good mood. "Meeting me will make your day better, because... uh, well, I'm me. I guess. You're not completely bored out of your mind anymore like you might've been before, and now you've made a new acquaintance in me, Louie, Louie Reid. So there, your day got at least a smidgeon better, mister Arsoistspup." The kitten replied with a smirk, raising his nonexistent brows as if he'd just pulled off a magic trick or something. He would let the realization that they were siblings sink in on its own, besides he wasn't the type to flip out every time he met someone. No, he kept his cool.
He then turned his attention to everybody else, that same "I know something you don't" smirk still plastered to his face. Of course, he didn't have any big secrets or anything, he just kinda' liked keeping people guessing. Like a cobra or something, cobras were cool. "Nice ta' meet you, Ephemerealpaw, you've got a really long name, does anyone call you Ephe or something? It's nice to meet you too Emma, my name's Louie, in case you missed it." He greeted, blabbering on like an old sailor, minus the cussing. "I wouldn't call it an ego, per se, maybe more like, I dunno', charisma? That kind of sounds like a Mexican food though, so I don't really know for sure." He added, smirk turning to a bit of a goofy grin as he faced his dad. Maybe he had a big ego, it'd probably get knocked down sometime. Small as he was he was bound to literally be sat on by someone at some point. But alas, there was still one person left. "Pleasure to meet you Margaery, isn't that a type of butter, too? But butter's smooth, so I guess it isn't a bad namesake." He greeted with a small shrug as his mind wandered to dairy products. She seemed tired, maybe he could lend her some of his energy sometime. Actually, no, he needed that energy to keep his wondrous meet and greet going. Plus, he didn't help out just anyone, they had to earn it.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

Louie had very little mathematical knowledge. He knew the gist, but mostly just adding and subtracting. "Dad, can I learn math?" The short tom asked, trotting over on his stubby legs with that springy little stride of his. It probably sounded like a stupid question, but judging from how much people were struggling, maybe not everyone could learn math. Then again, he was pretty good at stuff... so he had a feeling he could definitely learn this stuff. How hard could it really be?

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

"Nope, but I know that two plus two equals four and stuff like that." Lou piped up. He wasn't really sure what multiplication was, was that when you had babies? He didn't think that had to do with math though... unless math made babies, but he was pretty sure that wasn't how life worked. At all.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

"Name's Louie, and your day just got better. Your welcome." The feline greeted as he slid over. Literally-- he'd beenbounding along only to slide to a stop right by the group, just managing to keep his balance well enough not to fall over. His wavy fur was a bit all over the place from the excitement of his grand entrance, and he introduced himself with a flair of a stubby paw. He felt rather short compared to everyone there, but no matter, he would make up for it with personality. "It's nice to meet you guys, too, now that I think about it some." He added, realizing being completely rude was, well, rude. His dad probably wouldn't appreciate him going around offending everyone with rudeness.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

Captured? His dad? Nope. No, no, nada, nope. Not on his watch. Louie could feel worry bubbling up in his chest, fear even, and he didn't like it. But of course, he would play it off. "We've gotta' do something, we could go right now. I'll go, I can sneak in and then, um, uh... whatever, it'll work! We can't just do nothing though." He blabbered, voice a bit higher-pitched than normal with anxiety. Arsonistspup would probably be up for going with him. A midget cat and a bulldog. Dream team, taking on the Exiles. Perfect. Louie'd go by himself if he had to, but he refused to sit by and do nothing while his dad was missing.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

"Cooties? I'll have you know I am cootie free, just like my brother here. But your day is still a little better, imagine how much more bored you could be, if I wasn't here to have such a riveting discussion with you?" Louie countered with a sly grin. He really hadn't a clue what a 'cootie' was, if anything it sounded like something girls would have, but no matter. He was certain no cootie would be sitting in his curly hair. He didn't understand why it was so hard for people to see how he made their days better, but he was sure they would figure it out sometime, once they realized how entertaining he was.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

"I would love a task." Louie piped up as he padded over on his stubby little legs. He didn't really care what it was, but having a task sounded cool. Like he would be sent on a quest or something.

Louie
Skookum; Blizzardclan

"That," Louie began as he padded over, stubby little legs carrying him onward at a decent pace for once, "was pretty cool." he finished as he came to stop next to his brother and his dad. It was pretty funny too, since Arsonists had fallen right at the peak of coolness, but he wouldn't be a jerk about it. "I bet you could do some sick tricks on that... uh, once you get a helmet." He added excitedly, adding on the helmet thin as an after-thought. It was clear dad wouldn't be budging on the helmet subject, and so he wouldn't mess with it.

brother bonding thread thing? they could be trying to figure out who's cooler and do stupid stuff like get stuck in trees or something?